Empty shadows of love-

Cry in your palace of gold-

Tender tears-

They shine on your robes-

With desperate diamonds-

Desperate passions.

 

Fire torches line up-

In your gardens of love-

They play games with your heart-

But your bedroom’s so cold-

But your bedroom’s so mad-

While your destiny showers caresses-

On the fortunate lovers, fortunate strangers-

 

But you are, as always-

 

-alone-

 

So alone——-